Volume 1: Abandoned Land Chapter 86: Bone Refining
At this moment, Zhentian City was in chaos. Countless people dragged their families and fled towards the hinterland of Houzhou. They were crying, shouting, begging, and there were rows of soldiers wearing bronze armor.
The soldiers of Zhou Dynasty could no longer care about anything, and they climbed onto the city wall one after another, trying their best to block the black torrent in front of them.
In the distance, Kong Laosan crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the scene in front of him quietly. There was no expression on his face, but there was a hint of shock in his eyes.
"Soldier armor is like ants, life is like grass, ancient armor is like the cold light that shatters iron clothes."
The extremely tragic scene in front of me has only been seen in movies and TV dramas in previous lives. Visiting the battlefield in person, this intuitive feeling of beating drums and killing blood-stained heaven and earth has nothing to do with cultivation or strength, but it can make a coward's blood surge, and then
Fighting without hesitation.
Two months ago, after parting ways with Qian Hu outside Bianjing City, Kong Laosan didn't hesitate much and went directly across thousands of mountains and rivers to the border area. As for the auction Qian Hu mentioned, it didn't matter.
There are some special features. It is said that a prince of the royal family of the Later Zhou Dynasty secretly solicited and held the auction. There are many secret treasures collected by the Later Zhou Dynasty for thousands of years, and even some secret books. However, considering his own strength, even if he can win the auction,
Some good things may not be able to return safely; coupled with Fentian Valley's secret prying eyes, they can only be discarded decisively.
Regarding what he wants at the moment, Kong Laosan is very clear in his heart. Healing his injuries and improving his strength are the fundamentals. As for some external things, he doesn't really care.
Behind the black torrent, a man with black armor and a black face, covered in blood, riding a two-horned liger and sitting on the waist of a bear, looked motionlessly at the battlefield in front of him, his eyes filled with a hint of cruelty.
"All the generals obey the order. When the city is breached, all soldiers and civilians will be slaughtered. No one will be left alive!"
"Follow General Ye's orders!"
As soon as Ye Puppet finished speaking, there was an overwhelming sound behind him, uniformly and uniformly, soaring into the sky, full of murderous and cold-blooded intent.
In seven days, Zhentian City, which was as tall as a mountain and was known as the first level of the Later Zhou Dynasty, was completely engulfed by the black torrent. The entire city turned into a hell of Shura. Wherever the black torrent passed, there were almost no living creatures. It can be described as being barren of grass.
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After half a month, the black-armored Xuan army of Great Qin gradually retreated. At this moment, the entire city had been completely destroyed. At a glance, corpses were everywhere, broken armor, and bloody broken spears were reflected in the sunlight.
It glowed with an icy luster, and the rich aura of death shot straight into the sky.
On top of the broken city, Kong Laosan looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, but his heart was extremely calm. He felt neither sadness nor pity. At this moment, even Kong Laosan himself felt sorry for his cold-bloodedness.
shock.
It was almost noon now. Kong Laosan thought for a moment and patted his waist. A black ghost face as thin as paper with a metallic luster fell into his hand. He applied it lightly on his face and it immediately turned into a white-faced ghost face.
The young man's body flashed, stepping on the bones, and flew towards the center of the city.
The closer you get to the center of the city, the more broken limbs and bones there are, and the blood and death energy becomes more intense. In addition to Kong Laosan, there are several mysterious loners around. Some like Kong Laosan hide their aura.
When you stand up, you can't tell the depth, and some don't bother to hide it. Their blood is soaring into the sky, and they are obviously accomplished warriors.
Of course, most of the people who can come here are evil cultivators. They use the dead bodies here to practice some evil magic and secret techniques, or use the dead energy and blood here to refine some evil weapons. They are very wary of each other, and there is a gap between them.
There was basically no communication over such a long distance.
After waiting and watching, Kong Laosan did not stop and continued to gallop towards the depths of the city. Only when there was no more people around could he stop, looked at the sky, and found a secluded place.
The ground, quietly spit it out.
Two hours later, when the sky was getting dark, Kong Laosan slowly opened his eyes, glanced around, nodded secretly, then patted his waist, and a black light flashed in front of him, revealing a black coffin about half a foot long.
It fell to the ground with a thud. The black coffin in front of me was extremely heavy. As soon as it hit the ground, a deep hole was created, and some bones and limbs around it were crushed into powder.
Kong Laosan was not polite and urged spiritual power to be poured into it. On the coffin lid, the runes that were originally carved by a knife came to life in an instant. Like a fish swimming in a painting, they kept swaying and gathering. With just two breaths, a baby
A palm-sized pictographic rune that resembled the character "山" in ancient seal script appeared and wandered toward the gap in the coffin lid.
“crunchy”
With a heartbreaking crunching sound, the body of a man in linen clothes came into view. Even after such a long time, the body in front of him was completely intact, with a rosy complexion and crystal clear skin, as if he had just died.
After staring at the corpse for a long time, Kong Laosan thought for a while and did not take it out directly. He turned his palm and a thin booklet fell into his hand, "Bone Puppet", five kinds of "Yin Ling Jing"
One of the alien soldiers needs to devour the spines of thousands of creatures. The more it devours, the more powerful the Bone Puppet becomes.
The reason why I came to this frontier place is for this matter.
Thinking of this, Kong Laosan stopped delaying. With a wave of his sleeves, the colorful array of flags fell in front of him and he began to arrange them.
Three hours later, the moon was at the top of the sky.
As the last formation flag disappeared into the formation's eye, the surrounding air suddenly condensed, and an invisible force shrouded the surroundings. The surrounding rich blood, death and evil energy were pulled by this force and slowly gathered together.
Feeling the gathering speed of bad luck in the formation, Kong Laosan nodded with satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, the corpse in the coffin was bound by an invisible force. Following Kong Laosan's thoughts, it fell steadily in front of him.
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After thinking about it, Kong Laosan put his fingers together, and the spiritual power swirled around him, turning into a sharp blade. With a single stroke, all the clothes on the corpse were removed. At the same time, he made secrets with both hands and inserted spiritual power runes.
In the acupuncture points all over the body. Nearly two hours later, as the last spiritual rune entered the body, the body that was originally like an insulator instantly turned into a black hole, and the strong bad luck around it seemed to have found an outlet, like silk.
Like threads, they kept gathering towards the corpse.
Seeing this scene, Kong Laosan felt relieved, but he did not stop there. As the fingertips turned red, he used his fingers as knives to carve some extremely complicated essence and blood runes on the chest of the corpse. The torso and limbs,
On the chest and back. After the runes were carved, Kong Laosan's face had turned extremely pale. He wiped the sweat from his head and breathed a long sigh of relief. This carving of the runes actually cost more than the time spent on setting up the formation just now.
The spiritual power is even more terrifying.
After a while, after regaining some strength, Kong Laosan flipped his palm, and a small bone-white sword fell into his hand. Under the stimulation of his spiritual power, the small sword instantly turned into a three-foot green blade and struck towards the ground.
In just one cup of tea, a three-foot-long hole appeared in front of me.
Put the body back into the coffin, and under the urging of spiritual power, bury the body and the coffin directly into the pit.
After doing all this, Kong Laosan looked at the sky, thought for a while, and did not leave. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, sat on the ground, meditated, and vomited.
Corpses are everywhere, and the dead city is silent. In a corner of the city, there is a handsome young man vomiting and meditating among the mountains of corpses. This situation will feel a bit strange no matter how you look at it. But for Kong Laosan, who has lived in two generations,
He said that the matter of life and death has been seen through in the past life, and the scene in front of him will not affect him in the slightest.
With each breath, the spiritual energy from the bean-like demon infant's essence and blood in the dantian moves away to all parts of the body. While nourishing the body, it continuously expands the cyclone in the dantian.
For Kong Laosan, there is no psychological burden at all in refining a bone puppet from the body of a cultivator. As a human being in two lives, the obsession with good and evil has long been explored, especially in this world where strength trumps moral laws.
The heart is the way to act!
Three days later, after the spiritual power consumed in his body was completely restored, Kong Laosan slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the bone refining formation in front of him, thought for a moment, and picked up a few illusion restraints. After doing all this,
Kong Laosan didn't stay any longer and turned around to leave.
A bone puppet cannot be made without three to five years. However, it is undoubtedly impossible for Kong Laosan to wait here for three to five years. Most people will not come here because of the dead city at the border. This is why Kong Laosan
The reason why Lao San dared to take a chance.
Southeast of Zhentian City, about three hundred miles away, there is a city called "Qiong". Qiong City can be said to be one of the most prosperous cities in the northern part of the Later Zhou Dynasty. It was originally used specifically for trade with merchants from the Qin Dynasty.
However, since the Four Kingdoms Conquest, this city has gradually declined, and its prosperity is much less than before. However, the teleportation circle in the city can still operate normally.
Just when Kong Laosan was about to escape from Zhentian City and speed towards the southeast, he suddenly sensed something at the edge of Zhentian City. His galloping figure suddenly stopped, and a pair of slightly cold eyes turned to the left.
Looked around.
In the distance, a middle-aged man with white hair and pointed beak and cheeks was walking lamely, looking for something. He was carrying a bloody demon flag on his shoulder. He looked strange, but the aura that spread all over his body was far beyond the realm of refining.
The level of the ninth level of Qi is at least the level of foundation building.
Seeing this, Kong Laosan frowned secretly, thought for a moment, and with a thought, his eyebrows fluctuated together, and an invisible force moved toward the demon flag on the strange man's shoulder!